Medical

Author's Note: All is not as it seems at this twisted retreat as one female patient soon discovers… Phase 1 I checked into a Stress Recovery Retreat in order to get a handle on my frazzled life. After registering, I conveniently bypassed having to meet other guests as I was escorted to my room. I was surprised at the comfort and decadence of the room- then again, this whole retreat was catered to be stress relieving, right? After getting adjusted, I made my way to the clinic room for my first analysis. ...

Author's Note: This is my conclusion to Dr. Saavik’s unfinished story “Group XS” (written with his consent). Catherine’s friends and family have been taken by Group XS, and now she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into their web as they seek to exact their revenge. Introduction One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished ‘Group XS’ by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here’s a summary to help catch you up: ...

Author's Note: The bad news: Earth has been conquered by invading aliens. The good news: They have a taste for human milk. Full Story Prologue - Rise And Fall The battle for Earth was lost before humanity even knew it was being waged. The Vacarian scout shop that stumbled upon our solar system had found an otherwise perfect planet teeming with pesky intelligent life - mildly dangerous, but nothing they hadn’t dealt with before. It took only a few days for the Vacarian scientists onboard to develop and deploy the virus that would doom humanity. It was fast spreading and entirely symptomless, except for the fact that it rendered its victim sterile after a few months. The plague was stealthily seeded in the largest cities on each continent and then the scout ship continued on its way. ...

The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device. I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking. ...

Chapter 1: Gateway Connie, Alice and Kelly couldn’t believe how quickly civilization disappeared behind them. The string of potholes called a road wasn’t even wide enough for two cars to pass at the same time while keeping all four wheels on the pavement. It all added to the sense of adventure. This would be Kelly’s first time to the family estate: the “haunted” family estate. The stories from her childhood swam in her head. Most of them had seemed like tall-tales when she got older, and she didn’t really believe in the supernatural now. Still, those stories carried such an emotional weight that she couldn’t help but to be nervous and perhaps even a little fearful. Her feelings were contagious; Connie and Alice looked nervous as well. This was going to be a Halloween to remember for the three of them. Connie and Alice couldn’t wait to see a real ghost. They were giving up their fall break at the university to come with her. No one really expected anything to happen, but it would be fun nonetheless. ...

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ? ...

Author's Note: While this is a work of fiction, it is rooted in fact. There are jumpsuits designed for people who tend to undress at inappropriate times. There are prison jumpsuits that lock on. There are hospitals and psychiatric units attempting to give dementia patients a better outcome by incorporating new ideas into their treatment plans. I am not attempting to make fun of anyone who has dementia or any one of the hundreds of variations of the disease, or any other psychiatric disorder. I have great empathy for those individuals and their families who struggle every day to maintain some semblance of normality. Additionally, it is well known that people who are incarcerated for long periods of time are at increased risk of dementia and Alzheimers. I have no idea if people in the courts are considering anything like this to help prisoners with dementia, but I hope programs in place are actually working. This is a work of fiction. Please do not think of it as anything but fiction. ...

Author's Note: I let my fantasy’s and desires guide me as this story played out almost by itself. When you look at the story codes you’d think that I was really into some sort of really perverted medical play. That really couldn’t be farther from the truth. This story really isn’t about perverted, or any other kind of medical play; it’s about what happened to me beginning with that fateful Thursday afternoon. ...

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.* Part 1 In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence. ...